[Frankie] Previously
on "Workin' Moms"...
- What do you think?
- Wow, what a beautiful
crossery.
- Nursery.
- Wait, what did I say?
- I just filed a sexual
harassment suit
against you, bud.
- Why would you do that?
- [Vomit splashes]
- Oh, it's all cereal
and pico de gallo!
- Is that my fucking gun?
Gimme that!
- This is self defence! Go!
[Sighs]
[Knock on door]
[Ella cries]
- [Rapid knocking]
- Okay, I'm coming.
Stop! I hear you! Ugh!
How 'bout you bang
louder next time?
- Why?
How can I help you?
- Are you Kate Foster?
- Why?
- You need to answer yes or no,
so I can do the next part.
- Oh my-oh my God,
are you serving me right now?
- No.
- Fine, I'm Kate Fos--
- You've been served!
- You don't have to say it.
- Served! You've been served.
- Get outta here!
Scram!
[Papers rustle]
[Gasps, sighs]
Looks like mommy's a predator.
♪♪♪
- [Kate] Hey.
- Oh, hey.
- I'm so sorry I'm running
late. Should we just go in and-
- Wait, something goin' on?
You okay?
- Oh yeah uh, just a little
little hiccup of a work thing,
just a little work legal
lawsuit.
Kinda-but I'm figuring it out.
I got it.
- Are you suing somebody?
- No, I am not.
- Oh, someone's suing you.
- Yeah.
- You know, I'm a lawyer,
I can help.
- You don't wanna be involved
with this, trust me.
- Yes, I do! I do.
- It's embarrassing.
- Hey, no judgment.
Come on, tell me.
- Okay.
[Envelope rustles]
[Sighs]
- Sexual harassment?
- You said no judgment!
- I'm sorry, I just--
Richard's son?
Foreskin Forrest?
- Yeah, that's him.
Ugh God, but it doesn't even
make sense why he's doing this.
It was a completely consensual,
healthy-ish relationship.
- But he worked for you?
- He did work for me, yup.
Not wise.
- Okay.
Ugh, I guess this
is what happens
when ya hook up
with a 22-year-old.
- Kate,
he's not 22.
- Well... yeah. Hm.
- Oh my God.
Okay um,
I'm gonna get ya outta this.
I promise.
♪♪♪
- I'll try it, but going to
a movie and dinner by myself?
I'll look like a loser.
- No, you'll look like someone
who's comfortable
in his own skin.
Women like that.
- Okay, yeah, I-I'll do it.
- Great. I expect a full report
next week.
- Hey, um, so did you take it
to the police?
- Sorry?
- The gun.
- Yes, yup. Took it,
filled out all the paperwork
and yup, all that.
- [Sighs] Okay.
Wow, that was so brave of you.
I keep replaying the whole
thing in my head,
and I gotta say,
you looked so comfortable
holding that thing.
[Gunshots pop]
Man: All clear! There ya go!
- What?!
- Nice form! Remember,
the stronger your grip,
the more control you're gonna
have over that recoil.
How's it feel?
- Great. Really great!
♪♪♪
[Frankie sighs]
[Floorboards creak]
- Can I ask you a question?
Like how much-how much
do you love Jesus?
- I never thought
to measure it.
- Like, I love Donald
Sutherland,
but I'm not gonna wait outside
his hotel when he's in town.
- So uh...
it makes you uncomfortable.
- Listen, I'm sure Jesus
is a solid dude,
but yeah, I'm not gonna lie,
the people who love him
kinda make me squeamish.
- I get that.
[Sheets rustle]
Look, when I was a kid,
my family was religious,
and I thought it was weird too.
But then, when I couldn't
get pregnant,
I started thinking maybe
there's something to praying,
so I started.
And then this happened.
And I can't stop now,
Frankie.
- Well, that's... that's more
like superstition.
- No, it's more than that.
I like the way my faith
makes me feel.
I like having a community,
a family.
- Well, you do have a family.
Right, me, G, Rhodes, Juniper.
I know, she's an acquired taste.
- Mhmm.
- You know, maybe we should all
spend some more time together,
have a dinner.
- Okay.
- Just take it easy
on the Jesus, 'cause--
- I'll try not to speak
in tongues.
- Deal.
- [Chuckles] Good night.
- Good night.
[Sheets rustle]
♪♪♪
[Phone chimes]
[Nathan] What's up?
- Oh, uh nothing.
Hey, should I call
the school?
Am I gonna be late
to pick up Charlie?
- Don't worry. If Forrest is
as dumb as you say he is,
this won't take long.
Um, you know what?
Call your mother,
have her pick up Charlie.
- What? Why?
- I didn't know he got
Ginny Kelly.
- Who is-do you know her?
- Everybody knows her. She's--
- The best!
[Clears throat]
Have a seat, everyone!
- As a result
of an inappropriate
sexual relationship
in the workplace,
Mr. Greenwood
is seeking damages
for emotional distress
amounting to $50,000.
The purpose of this
cross-examination
is to find possible solutions
to avoid going to trial.
Ms. Kelly, you may begin.
- Ms. Foster, am I correct
that the requirements
of Mr. Greenwood's job
were that he be
of complete service to you,
outside the confines
of the office
and beyond the hours of 9 to 5?
- Well, assistance,
not service.
- And Ms. Foster, do you think
you created an environment
in which Mr. Greenwood may
have found it difficult
to discern which needs
were professional,
and which were... carnal?
- I mean, you would have
to be a complete moron
to not know the difference.
- You're a moron!
- On the evening the
relationship was consummated,
Mr. Greenwood claims
he came to your residence
under the pretense
of a work-related call.
- My client has no memory
of this phone call.
- None.
- Yes, you do.
You said it was your birthday,
so I couldn't like,
not come over.
- Mhmm.
And so, from this point on,
young Mr. Greenwood here,
had no choice,
but to assume that sexual
favours
were a condition
of his job description.
- Unless you have a transcript
of this phone call,
you have no legs to stand on.
- No legs. Legless.
- Ms. Foster, what is the
official workplace romance
and sexual harassment policy at
Kate Foster Public Relations?
- Well, we um, we have been...
really... it's just not typed--
We don't have one.
- Because that would have
completely upended
your entire plan.
- Oh, let me guess,
pearls over here,
thinks I just run a PR firm
to enlist young male assistants
for sexual servitude.
- Kate, stop talking.
- I knew it.
You fed me your breast milk
so I would get addicted.
- Mhmm.
- May I call recess, please?
- Yeah, that sounds good.
♪♪♪
[Gun clunks]
Lionel: No, no, no, no.
No, no, no.
How dare she? How dare she?
In our house?
I don't think so.
No, no, no, no! No!
- Nothing! Hmm?
- What? Hmm?
- The air conditioning is
working really great down here.
- What? Who cares?
- What is that?
- This? Great question, Anne.
I will tell you what it is not.
It is not a USB key.
I know that, because I tried
plugging it into my computer.
- Okay, so what is it then?
God!
- It's a snake! A snake!
And it's Alice's!
- What is a snake... oh.
Is that-is that like
a junior vibrator?
- What? No! Ugh!
It's like a vape thing,
like a cigarette for smoking!
It's like a Gameboy,
if a Gameboy had a baby
with a cigarette
and left it in our daughter's
underwear drawer.
- What are you doing
in her underwear drawer?
- I was looking for a thong,
which I also found,
but that's not the point.
What are we gonna do
about this? Hmm? Hmm?
How does it even work?
Whadda ya do?
Do you just like,
[Air whistles]
Mhm. Mhm.
- Wow.
- [Choking cough]
I need water. I need water.
- Lionel--
- Tastes like mango.
- Holy shit. Are we getting
creamed right now?
- More like breast milked.
- I'm sorry.
- Kate...
- I know, I know.
Look, if-if you're too
uncomfortable with this,
I can do this on my own.
- I'm not going anywhere.
Look, the only way we're
gonna get outta this
is if we can prove that you-
you were in an adult,
consensual relationship
with a person
above the age of majority,
whose job security
wasn't being threatened.
- And, you can do that?
- Provided I don't vomit first,
yes.
- I need to see your phone.
- What?
- Photos, texts, videos,
whatever he sent you,
I gotta see it.
- Are you sure?
- That's your only ticket
outta this.
- Just...
- [Sighs] Okay. Oh.
- I know. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- Where were some of the places
that you coerced Mr. Greenwood
into servitude,
and forced breastfeeding?
- Leading. Please rephrase.
- Where'd ya bang?
- [Sighs]
- Um, my apartment,
his house,
well, his father's house.
- Your car once.
- Right,
not the most practical location
on account of the...
well, the car seats
for the children.
- Still pretty cool, though.
- Sure.
- Yes, thank you.
But that wasn't all, was it?
There was the office,
the closet,
the restaurant bathroom,
the noodle place,
somebody else's car,
the alleyway--
- Jesus, an alley?
- We never had sex in an
alleyway, I don't even--
- Second base counts.
- It does.
- Okay, Forrest, that is it
for the locations, though.
- Objection! I finger-blasted
you at the gym!
Remember that?
- Holy shit.
- [Clears throat]
I think that's enough
of this line of questioning.
- Indeed.
♪♪♪
- There's gotta be something
devious on here.
Show yourself.
- Okay, you have got to stop
creepin' on Alice's Insta.
- What? All parents do it,
it'd be irresponsible not to.
- Hmm.
[Door creaks open]
- [Alice sighs]
[Door closes]
[Alice] Sorry I'm late,
rehearsal ran long.
Um, hi?
- I don't know, are you?
- That's not mine.
- Really, 'cause we found it
in your drawer.
- It's Brenna's, she asked me
to hold on to it.
- Mhmm. Why?
- Her parents always go through
her stuff.
She said she wishes
she had parents like mine
who respect her privacy
and trust her.
- Really, she said that?
- Yeah!
- So, you're not smoking
the snake?
Brenna's smoking the snake?
- Stop saying smoking
the snake.
It sounds like something else.
- No! I don't. It's gross.
I don't even know
how she does it.
- You mean, without coughing.
- Well no,
she doesn't really cough.
- What? What is she, a whale?
- Lionel!
- So, is there anything else
in your underwear drawer
that you would like
to admit to?
- Get outta my underwear
drawer!
- Like maybe what is a thong
doing in there?
- Dad! Ew!
- Is that Brenna's too?
Does she wear it when
she's puffin' on the snake?
- Lionel, gross.
- No, it's mine, okay?
What's the big deal?
- What? Dammnit!
We told Brenna's parents
you didn't have one.
- Why are you talking
to Brenna's parents
about my underwear?
- Because we are grown-ups,
and we will do what we want!
- Yeah,
and you can forget about
getting your phone back, too.
- Yeah, and you can tell Brenna
she's not gettin' this back,
either.
- Where are you taking it?
- It's safer with me.
♪♪♪
- Okay, dinner is served!
- Okay.
Okay.
- Uh, before we start to eat,
I'd like to say a quick prayer.
- Oh!
- You're saying a prayer?
- Yeah.
- Oh.
- Thank you, God,
for this food.
For rest, and home,
and all things good.
- Amen.
- Thank you for loved ones
far and near,
for fertile eggs.
- You thanking Him for that?
It's my egg, bro.
- Thank you for Juniper,
and Frankie, and Rhoda,
and Giselle.
And all these gifts
we are about to receive
from thy gracious bounty,
through Christ our Lord. Amen.
[Happy exhale]
- Okay, I'm eating before
she starts up again.
[Utensils clang]
- Salad?
- Sure.
- I'd like to paint a different
kind of picture
of this relationship,
one where a heartbroken
and misguided young man
files a lawsuit against
my client,
punishing her for making
her decision
to end a consensual
and legal relationship.
What's goin' on here?
- Well, that's-that's us
in bed.
- Can you describe for me,
the emotional distress
in this picture?
- I guess that moment
was pretty chill.
- Pretty chill, huh?
- Yeah.
Look at her, she's pretty cute.
- I know she's cute, I don't
need to look at a picture.
- Mr. Foster, I think this
is a conflict of interest.
- What about this?
- That's Charlie, he's my bud.
Wanna see?
- Ugh, no.
- So, you spent some time
with my children?
My client's children?
- Yeah.
- Mr. Greenwood, these photos
don't read as though
you're being forced
to do anything.
They show a young man
enchanted with a life
that wasn't his.
You were hurt, and now
you're seeking revenge,
but it's not too late
to end this.
And if you ever cared about
my client, you would.
- I do care about her.
- Then tell the truth!
- The truth is,
Ms. Foster exploited
Mr. Greenwood's feelings
for her benefit.
- Really? It seems to me
that he got dumped
'cause she wasn't
that into him.
- No, she was!
She was into me a lot!
And I was into her!
Look, Kate, you still
have feelings for me.
Just admit it, please.
- Forrest, come on.
- So, you are punishing her?
- Don't answer that.
- I guess I am.
- Forest, you're right, okay,
and I'm sorry.
I was selfish, and you deserve
better than how I treated you.
Hey, I'm sorry.
- Thanks.
I'm sorry for all this.
- Where is the little shit,
in here?
- Dad, what are you doing
in here?
Sir, this is a private meeting.
- It's fine, I'm his father.
You outta your mind? Hmm?
Did I drop you on your head
when you were a child,
or somethin'?
Here's what's gonna happen.
You are gonna drop this lawsuit
right now,
or I am gonna drop all your
stuff on the front lawn.
Got it?
- Try it.
Mom will murder you.
- I beg your pardon?
Okay, I'll drop it.
It's been dropped.
- [Sighs]
- I am sorry about this, Kate,
but this is what happens when
you sleep with children.
My sympathies are limited.
- Yep, lesson learned.
- Where are you even getting
the money to pay
for this lawyer?
- Oh no, if I don't win,
I don't have to pay her.
- That's incorrect.
- Oh, dammnit.
- So, do you make
my daughter pray?
- Oh no, would that make
you uncomfortable?
- Very much.
- May I ask why?
- Uh, Bianca--
- Well, for one,
religion is the cause
of every war in the world,
and two,
we are at a table full
of gay women.
- You guys are all gay, too?
Also, I take issue in thanking
God for modern science.
I mean, God didn't put a baby
in you, Juniper did.
- Yeah, you're welcome, bro.
- Right.
You know you send your
daughter to a school
with the word "Saint"
in its name.
- All the best schools
have Saint in the name.
- Giselle-- you know, we just-
- Don't pretend that you
believe in this stuff, too.
- Well, I-I believe in being
kind to each other.
I don't think there's some
sort of sky king
watching over my masturbation
habits.
- Imagine? [Laughs]
- Imagine?
- I don't want my daughter
around this.
- Around what?
You know what they do
at church? They sing.
And love each other.
And what about you?
You put her in soccer which
is violent, and she hates it.
- Thank you for dinner.
We'll talk later.
♪♪♪
- This is stupid,
we don't have to do this.
- Yes, we do.
We said, you see something,
you say something.
We made a pact.
- Fine, but I am not talking.
- That's totally fine.
[Phone rings] Me and Marcus
have a really good thing going.
[Coughs]
Marcus: Hello?
- Hey, Marcus, buddy!
What's up?
- Uh sorry, who's this?
- It's Lionel...
Carlson.
[Clears throat] Alice's Dad.
- Hey, Lionel, how are ya?
- Just chill, chillin',
just bein' all chill.
You know how it is.
Anyways, I was just callin'
to talk to you about the whole
parenting pact thing,
looks like we owe you
a bit of an apology.
We actually found a thong
in Alice's drawer, too.
- Well uh, thanks for being
honest.
I guess no one gets to claim
better parenting on this one.
- We also found
your kid's snake.
- Well, who's that?
Anne? Wait, what snake?
- Brenna's a snake smoker.
Apparently, she's got quite
a reputation at school
for smokin' snake.
- Excuse me?
- No, it's a vape pen.
It's a vape pen!
We found it when we found
the thong, in Alice's drawer.
She says it's Brenna's.
- Okay, but it was in your
daughter's room.
- Sorry, are you calling
Alice a liar?
- Wait, how about we all just
get together for dinner?
Yeah, let's do dinner!
Clear the air,
have some chats.
This whole parenting pact's
really great and everything,
but I think we could really
use some time live.
- That's a great idea, Lionel.
- It'll also give you an
opportunity to come
and get Brenna's snake because
we don't want it in the house.
- Really lookin' forward
to this dinner, guys!
[Frankie] [Sighs]
Well, thank you, God,
that dinner is over.
[Chuckles]
- You didn't have my back
at all in there tonight.
- Well, I told you
to tread lightly
with the religion stuff.
I mean, I love you,
but I-I'm still adjusting.
- Adjusting?
- Yeah, you kinda Trojan
horse'd
Jesus into our relationship.
- Oh, and does being Christian
make me harder to love?
It's still just me!
- I know that.
No, I do know that.
- And you know what?
You have weird things, too.
Like, you write a thank you
letter to every house you sell,
not even the client,
the, the actual house.
But I support you.
Why can't you support me?
- I do, I do support you.
But no-you're right.
You're right, we all have our
weird things
and from now on,
I support you,
and all of your holy spirits.
- There's just one...
one holy spirit.
- One holy spirit.
I love you.
- Love you, too.
- Ugh! I mean, you were good
in there.
Thank God Richard showed up,
though.
- [Small chuckle]
- [Sighs]
- I texted him as soon
as I saw Ginny Kelly.
- Seriously?
- Yeah.
You did? Genius!
- Yeah.
- Thanks for taking care
of me today.
It's my pleasure.
I like protecting you.
- Mhmm. [Sighs]
- Well, I guess this means
we're even?
- Well, no,
but you did good today.
Hey, how 'bout I take you
to dinner?
- Don't you have plans?
- Not anymore.
Come on, let's go!
- Okay.
- [Chuckles]
- Think you're gonna be able
to keep anything down?
- It's touch and go.
- There was like a lot of
exaggerating going on in there.